Ion Feel Em Lyrics - Yo Gotti

Ion Feel Em 

Yo Gotti 

You niggas, man; too social 

Niggas is to media-like 

Tellin' on yourselves 

Tellin' on everybody else 

Twenty-fifteen, stop doing it for the 'gram 

Do it for your fam 

Fuckers 

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Gun emoji on they comment, you gon' kill 'em 

I don't believe these niggas 

I ain't with these niggas 

I don't get these niggas 

I don't feel 'em 

And you got act for sale on the 'gram 

Took a picture from the Lamb 

And you got bricks for sale on the town, God damn 

I don't trust these niggas 

I don't fuck with these niggas 

These buster-ass niggas, I don't feel 'em 

I don't feel 'em, I don't feel 'em 

I don't feel 'em, I don't feel 'em, I don't feel 'em 

Sendin' threats on the 'gram, they gon' kill you 

Photos 

Social gangstas, them niggas tickle me 

And my bitch say I'm a deadbeat, on the 'gram 

But I burn they head every week 

I'm from Memphis, my nigga 

Shit different, my nigga 

We don't do comments 

These young niggas shoot pistols, my nigga 

Drug dealin' on the 'gram, you got that act for sale? 

Are you a Microsoft plug, you got threats for sale? 

These niggas uploading guns and shit 

Can't make bonds and shit 

When you post your whole life, how you gon' run? 

These niggas ain't thinkin', these niggas foolish 

And me, I'm just coolin' 

Kickin' back, like who they think that they foolin'? 

These niggas ain't G, these niggas ain't me 

These bitches really ain't bad, like they on IG 

In person, might think it's a whole 'nother person 

Nigga livin' through my verses 

Bitches fuckin' just for purses; is it worth it? 

But who am I? 

I will never live a lie, I won't even try 

Nigga quick to post some shit that they can't even buy 

Nigga quick to write some shit that they won't even try 

Gun emoji, bang-bang; pussy, you a lie 

Never shot nothin', never watched nothin' die 

How you gon' hash-tag squad, when you ain't ever ride? 

Log on, log off; yeah, run and hide 

And be on that same tough shit when I'm lookin' in your eyes 

Pussy 

Gun emoji on they comment', you gon' kill 'em 

I don't believe these niggas 

I ain't with these niggas 

I don't get these niggas 

I don't feel 'em 

Took a trip out the city, bein' escorted by [?] 

Just had come back from out the row, but I got caught in the district 

Paper-thin, gettin' skinny; class-two and a felony 

What if I get convicted, who gon' take care of my children? 

Prayin' harder than ever, know I oughta do better 

I be talkin' to God, while I walk with the Devil 

Sell the carpenter skills 

Work in horrible weather 

Can hold a hammer and nail, pistol and an umbrella 

The clip [?] I'mma [?] 

Get too close, I'mma scalp him 

Jump up out the Benz, [???] 

What that is, a Beretta? 

[??] Sylvester 

Ain't no shinin' when I'm grindin' 

On my mind is whatever 

Mike Brown murder only talked about for a week 

They say Gates what's your take? We just wanna hear you speak 

Where I'm from, it's cold-hearted every day in the streets 

Stood on avenues with [?] 

They won't work, I'mma flood 

Even when it's hot, I thug 

Make 'em work for the boss 

(Got it like what if I go to jail?) 

They gon' work for a boss, fuck it